A funny thing is the kinda-adage about folks thinking the best bands of all time coincided with the final stages of their formative years and yet if you listen to like 90% of the new music I’ve heard lately it seems they really think the best bands of all time were those behind the 80s pop hits we heard on the radio and saw on TV growing up in the early 90s.
Another thing is how growing up, 60s and 70s rock just seemed like the sound of music but listening to it now it all takes on an almost cinematic quality, I guess because it used to be the records your parents listened to whereas now it’s the records made cool by the nostalgic swamp of mid-late 20th century romanticism we’ve (I’ve) been bathing in since our (my) aforementioned formative years. I don’t think we’re stupid enough to really want to live then but it’s fun to pretend.
“This dream is drugging us all. Spiced-up, quick-cut docu-dramas like 24 Hour Party People and The Filth and the Fury reduce years—decades—of Friday nights at home, missed trains, bad drugs, breakups, bullshit bands, “State of the Nation”, the Professionals, Chequered Past, Revenge, Yes Please!, and eight-hundred thousand other hideous, embarrassing, myth-busting fuck-ups into one grand story, replete with an aching, dolorous sigh when it’s all over.”
- Chris Ott, “On Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette”
Not that any of this music is really about nostalgia, but I think about this passage a lot.